Fiction – Year V – Number 41 – October 2020

Lucky By Zachary Aborizk It is raining as it usually does around four p.m. in Florida. The humidity in the air is frustrating to say the least and my body sweat is beginning to show through...

For the cost of a steak dinner By Randy McIntosh “I love a good steak,” the old man held up his fork with a cut piece of meat dangling on the end, “it’s so hard to...

Being Good by LA Robbins ‘I am going to kiss you so hard you’ll never forget it,’ Rod announces as I leave his yard to go home for dinner. I smile uncertainly because I want to...

The Slow Breakup Kelly’s SUV is packed with seventh-grade boys going to their first school dance. Their bodies reek of too much competing cologne, a chemical stench that barely masks the greasy smell of their...

“Tommy threw Dad’s wallet on the roof.”             These words revealed to my parents they had a liar-liar pants-on-fire rascal for a kid.             This happened during a family vacation when I was seven years old....

Abigail dreamt that her ex-girlfriend was laying in a field of alpine wildflowers, and that when Abigail reached her--stepping from a flying carpet, holding a juice box—her ex rolled over to offer Abigail the...

In my backyard, there are fruit mice that come out at night, devious, and peel my oranges. In the morning it looks like a herd of suburban moms have come through for mimosas and...

Much given to the idea of good order and predictability in all aspects of life, Javier, resident police officer in the same small town for many years, viewed with renewed suspicion the recently appointed,...

“How do you want to die?“ “Is that a threat?” “I mean, like. . . If you could choose, which way would you prefer to die?” “Thank God. I was worried for a second.” “And you can’t say...

“So was Lucy there tonight?” I was driving Finn home from Irish dancing. “No, she says she’s not doing it any more,” he said. “Ever.” “Oh,” I said. I was disappointed. Lucy was a friend Marla and...